A “typical” day at PI5. Waking up with a wound with the size of Titanic on my chest, and the morphine had no effect any more. I went to Mr. Ropes, with agent Berglund being silent for the first time, to give him my view of yesterday’s blunder. He got a bit exited, and actually gave us a good idea; try to get the police to search Mr. Bishop’s cemetery. Agent Berglund called Buck Carlton, and presented a cock-and-bull story about a big man who kidnapped agent St. Martin, brought her into the cemetery and fought us of. Mr. Carlton agreed to send a car, and we volunteered to participate. But first we brought some dynamite and a couple of hand grenades, -just to be certain. In all the fuzz, I completely forgot to check my weapons, and observed that my revolver with the silver bullets was gone. I got a new one as well.
A taxi brought us to the police station, and a car with two officers waited and drove quite quickly to Mr. Bishop’s residence. Unfortunately, we weren’t allowed to check any buildings, since we didn’t have a search warrant. Instead we walked around, just looking. We found a small door on the mahogany podium in the chapel, and miraculously agent Berglund managed to open it. Inside we found a bible, hand written and in Latin. Well, it wasn’t actually a bible. We took it. A door leading further into the chapel blocked our way, but it was too solid to be brought down. We left.
Back at HQ we approached Lockhart Morrisey to translate the book. He quickly discovered it was a copy of three books; Necronomicon, Macotic manuscript and The book of Abon. Black magic of some sort? He also mumbled of an elder good named Njogtho, “the thing that wasn’t supposed to be” or something similar. It seems Nathaniel Bishop is deeper into this than we originally thought.
Agent Berglund suggested a bold approach, and I supplemented him over lunch. We disguised ourselves as a military officer (Weeden’s uniform) and a negro school boy, the latter using plain shoe polish. Mr. Darren brought us to the cemetery and waited outside. We went straight into Mr. Bishop’s office and pointed a gun at his head. He calmly took up his phone and started dialing. I shot him once, but it didn’t affect him at all. Agent Berglund threw a Molotov cocktail and hit him, setting his clothes on fire. Mr. Bishop was still unaffected. Agent Berglund then threw a grenade. I shot him with a silver bullet, and this time I saw that the bullet hit his skin but didn’t penetrate. His skin was shell like, and my mind started to recognize this probably as a favor given by Njogtha. I ran to Mr. Darren’s car, and agent Berglund soon followed. We drove. Somehow Mr. Bishop’s private house also was set on fire.
Mr. Ropes wasn’t a bit happy of the outcome. I used the afternoon listening to the radio, while agent Berglund looked through other books for referenced to similar agreements between gods and men.
Neither Mr. Ropes, Mr. Weeden or Mr. Darren was at the office, when dawn came. We agreed to take a dinner and a nap, and look for agent St. Martin later on. Agent Berglund produced some acid for later use. We brought a glass cutter, a doctor suitcase, a rope ladder, handcuffs, and a gag, and took a taxi to the cemetery. We cut a hole in the window at the west wall of the mortuary, and went inside. We find not much new, except some hidden doors leading to a tunnel to Mr. Bishop’s house, and a key inside Mr. Bishop’s office desk. The key looked as it could be used in the door inside the chapel. We decided to go there.
Half way to the chapel, agent Berglund started running while he screamed “don’t look up”. I didn’t, and seconds later I felt a sting in my thigh…